main prize

It gets harder every day
to answer her questions
about my love life;
to not respond with her name
when she asks me
who won the “main prize”.
With every second
that passes by
without her knowing,
I feel that the guilt
inside my heart
is alive and growing.
And each hour spend
admiring her from afar
instead of sleeping on her chest,
haunts me in the long run,
feeds all of my demons
and prevents me from getting rest.
—  // the unlucky ones that fall for a friend
1k follower GIVE AWAY!!!

I said I’d do a give away once I hit one thousand followers - and I did a while back, so THANK YOU! This is your chance to win some Blue exorcist stuff, as well as some random kawaii stuff too! 

MAIN PRIZE: Is this Yukio prize figure - it is in it’s box and brand new, I couldn’t get a good photo of it so I used a google picture.

Rin Okumura half age figure cooking ver! I used the stock photo for this as it hasn’t arrived in the mail yet - but don’t worry it will arrive within a few days, so plenty of time to spare!!

Ao no exorcist mini art book! (Disclaimer: It’s all written in Japanese, but its still totally cool - I actually bought one for myself too)

A sneak peak inside the mini art book:

I believe these are bookmarks? I’m unsure tbh but they pull out like strips and are laminated, so I guess thats what they are? Perfect for manga :)

Theres also a page of stickers! Featuring all of the exwires (apart from Nemu RIP - but like…um who cares about Nemu anyway), it also has a Mephisto sticker for your demonic daddy needs, and of course everyones favourite demonic cat, Kuro!

Just a few glimpses of the pages:

It also has a mini double sided poster inside:

(personally the Kyoto arc poster is my fave!)

Also you’ll receive some Yukio and Rin paper notes - I think they are meant to be used as little post it notes but they aren’t sticky, perfect for reminders!

You’ll also receive two mini figures of Yukio and Rin, a Knights of the True Cross pendent necklace, as well as the True Cross Academy logo patch (I’m unsure if it’s iron or stitch one - sorry) Also a Rin and Kuro badge set!

A closer look at the mini figures ^^^

And lastly, some Japanese/kawaii snacks! ( I believe all our suitable for vegetarians apart from the white packet which contains fish oil)

You’ll probably also find some extra cute little gifts in there too :)

Now…how you could win.


I have enough asks in my inbox so PLEASE DO NOT SEND IN YOUR SUBMISSION TO @askingexorcists

You can enter three ways, you can submit your entry to my other blog @pastelranicorn or you can message me on @askingexorcists or @pastelranicorn with your submission or you can repost your favourite Blue exorcist picture (a scene..character..your own art..a picture of your current merch…anything blue exorcist related) with the words: jordans weeb giveaway and tag @pastelranicorn in it, not this blog as I get too many notifications to keep up (my names Jordan btw - have I ever told you that?) (I would LOVE to see your fan art!)

When you enter please fill out this form (no matter which way you enter do the form):

Name: (first)


How you became an Ao no exorcist fan:

Your favourite character and why:

How did you find my blog: (and how long ago it was - new followers have a chance of winning as well, so don’t worry)

Cute pet: (Do you have a cute pet - send me a picture of it and tell me it’s name! If you don’t have a pet don’t worry, just forget this part!)

Give me one reason why you should win: (Winner will be picked random, but I’m just curious! BTW, please don’t choose ‘I have never won anything before.’ try something like ‘Because I had chicken nuggets for breakfast today!)

Winner will be picked at random, if anyone has questions at all please message me on @askingexorcists


  1. You must be following me on @askingexorcists - my other blog doesn’t matter
  2. You must either be over 18, or have your parents permission to receive random shit from a stranger in the mail
  3. This give-away is WORLDWIDE, however I am not responsible if your country will make you pay a custom charge (btw, I’m from the UK!)
  4. Only enter once
  5. No anon’s as I obviously won’t be able to tell who you are
  6. Do not send your submissions to @askingexorcists ask box, only my messages is where you may enter for this blog, however you can send me in questions by using the askbox if you prefer too!

WINNER WILL BE ANNOUNCED JULY 25th - so theres plenty of time to enter! Feel free to reblog this as well!


Lord Nobunaga's Act 2 Story is Coming to #SLBP!

Your journey to Divine Bride has been a long, arduous, and often amorous one…but when the Oda Clan begins to fracture and tensions run higher than ever…Lord Nobunaga will need you more than ever to save him from the hand of Fate…or to stand strong when divinity proves to have its price!  

Lord Nobunaga’s Act 2 Story is coming soon…but it is only available to those who have finished at least one of Nobunaga’s Main Story endings!

Now’s your chance to catch up with our promos prior to the release, with a treasury’s worth of prizes awaiting you!

First: Check Nobunaga’s Act 2 Story Preview & collect onigiri to serve in your Tea Garden to release Nobunaga & Mitsuhide’s Goddesses of War Fashion Lottery!

Next: Use Love Passes during our brand new Main Story Promo to get the ensemble below plus Coins & Pearls!
(You can use Love Passes on ANY Main Story for these prizes!)

Find the banner in #SLBP and don’t forget about your daily Love Passes!
Don’t keep Lord Nobunaga waiting!

anonymous asked:

There are only two genders if anyone says anything else they are lying

Quaker Oats was founded in 1901 by the merger of four oat mills:

The Quaker Mill Company of Ravenna, Ohio (founded 1877), which held the trademark on the Quaker name and was acquired in 1901 by Henry Parsons Crowell, who also bought the bankrupt Quaker Oat Mill Company, also in Ravenna.[2] He held the key positions of general manager, president and chairman of the company from 1888 until late 1943. He was called the cereal tycoon.[3] He donated more than 70% of his wealth to the Crowell Trust.

A cereal mill in Cedar Rapids, Iowa owned by John Stuart, his son Robert Stuart, and their partner George Douglas;

The German Mills American Oatmeal Company, owned by “The Oatmeal King”, Ferdinand Schumacher of Akron, Ohio;

The Rob Lewis & Co. American Oats and Barley Oatmeal Corporation. Formally known as “Good For Breakfast” instant oatmeal mix.

The company expanded into numerous areas, including other breakfast cereals and other food and drink products, and even into unrelated fields such as toys.

Quaker Oats in Cedar Rapids, Iowa, was photographed during the 1930s by Theodor Horydczak, who documented the building, operations, and factory workers at the plant.[9]

The company’s contribution to the U.S. war effort

During the World War II the company, through its subsidiary, the Q. O. Ordnance Company, operated the Cornhusker Ordnance Plant, which manufactured millions of pieces of various artillery munitions (41 warehouses and 219 magazines of total 280,800 ft² were built for the purpose of storage of the deadly products).[10]

In 1968, a plant was built in Danville, Illinois. This plant currently makes Aunt Jemima pancake mixes, Oat Squares, Life Cereals Quaker Oh’s, Bumpers, Quisp, King Vitamin Natural Granola Cereals, and Chewy granola bars, as well as Puffed Rice for use as an ingredient for other products in other plants.

In 1969, Quaker acquired Fisher-Price, a toy company and spun it off in 1991.

In the 1970s, the company financed the making of the film Willy Wonka & the Chocolate Factory, obtaining in return a license to use a number of the product names mentioned in the movie for candy bars.

In 1982 Quaker Oats formed US Games, a company that created games for the Atari 2600. It went out of business after one year. That same year, Quaker Oats acquired Florida-based orange juice plant Ardmore Farms, which it would own until selling it to Country Pure Foods in 1998.[11][12]

In 1983, Quaker bought Stokely-Van Camp, Inc., makers of Van Camp's and Gatorade.[13]

Quaker bought Snapple for $1.7 billion in 1994 and sold it to Triarc in 1997 for $300 million.[14] Triarc sold it to Cadbury Schweppes for $1.45 billion in September 2000.[15] It was spun off in May 2008 to its current owners, Dr Pepper Snapple Group.

In 1996, Quaker spun off its frozen food business, selling it to Aurora Foods (which was bought by Pinnacle Foods in 2004).

In August 2001, Quaker was bought out by Pepsico because Pepsi wanted to add Gatorade to its arsenal of beverages and thus break into the isotonic sports beverage market. The merger created the fourth-largest consumer goods company in the world. Though the main prize for PepsiCo was Gatorade noncarbonated sports drink, Quaker’s cereal and snack food division serves as a seemingly healthier complement to the existing Frito-Lay division of salty snacks

Alright, I’m finally doing it! ;3 Up for grabs is a ton of Digimon Universe: Applimonsters merch.
All you need to to do is reblog this post telling me what your favorite species of Appmon is, and why. This can be based on whether you like their character in the anime, or simply just fancy their design. Reblogs without a description will NOT be counted as an entry.

One lucky entrant will win the main prize and there will be three runner up prizes! Shipping will be covered, and I’m willing to ship internationally.

The prize draw will be on March 15th, 2017. Please tag all your entries with #MiddyGiveaway2017 so I can keep track of them! ^w^

1 x Appli Arise Hackmon Figure
1 x Mini Plush Keychain Gatchmon
1 x Plush S Musimon
1 x Appli Drive (With Gatchmon | Navimon Chips)
3 x Assorted 8 Card ‘Booster’ Vol.1 (Scorpmon | Hackmon | Tsubumon)
3 x Assorted 8 Card ‘Booster’ Vol.2 (DoGatchmon | Tripmon | Bramon)
2 x Assorted Appmon Chip Ver.2 (Timemon | Recomon)
1 x Card Game Starter Set
1 x Cyber Arena Appmon Chip Set (Tripmon | Tarotmon | Onmon | Offmon | Kosomon | Tutomon | MCmon)
2 x Vanilla Wafer Snack with Card
2 x Choco Puff Snack with Sticker Card

1 x Assorted Card ‘Booster’ Vol.1
1 x Assorted Card ‘Booster’ Vol.2
1 x Assorted Appmon Chip Ver.2
1 x Vanilla Wafer Snack with Card
1 x Choco Puff Snack with Card

Art Contest Winners

This is just for art. Writing takes longer to judge, and will be up later on.

First Place: @geniusartstuff with this piece

Second Place: @river-of-broken-souls with this piece

Third Place: both @puertoricosgooglehistory (x) and @iggycatsgooglehistory (x)

Runner ups!:

Thank you to all who participated! If you want your prize (as stated below) please PM me on this blog or my main!


1st: 1,500 word story of whatever you like, a shoutout, and headcanons posted on this blog of your choosing.

2nd: 1,000 word story of anything you like, a shoutout, and some headcanons, too.

3rd: 500 word story of anything you like and a shoutout.

Runner-Ups: A drawing of your OC or favorite character provided by @southafricagooglesearches and, another one of my friends.

If you up not wanting your prize, I’ll give it to someone else, because I like writing and want to be nice lol

Please note that this post will count as your shout-out, because I’m not sure how to formally make one? I’m sorry :(

All the best!

-Romeo x

xiaa answered your question: Well, that escalated quickly!! Yesterday was, oh,…

Ahhh I really love Prize though!!! I’d so want to buy a copy of your collab zine!!!

Okay! I’ve made up my mind. x3 I was deliberating about whether to include Prize in any of the fic compilations, because I was really pleased with that one and it does have a good amount of story and character to it, but was worrying it was ‘too kinky’. Well, if 50 Shades became such a massive thing with it’s so-called ‘kink’ and people ate that up, I can damn well put one of my best fics into my collection if I want! Sure it’s kinda kinky, but it’s handled a damn lot better and written better, so fuck it. People can deal. 

(And I mean. I was planning to included at least some kind of content warnings on them, so. Don’t like don’t read? Also as per the regulations for the artist’s alley, we gotta check IDs for people even just wanting to look at the adult stuff anyway. Pretty easy just to add a ‘lol yeah that one’s got some kinky stuff in too’ to the conversation, and if people are concerned about it they can ask.)

anonymous asked:

Kakuzu reacting to his s/o who wins a competition and receives a large sum of money as their main prize


“You’re not going to win y/n. These games are always rigged, there’s no winner, only scams. You don’t make money that easily.” Kakuzu said, staring down at his s/o, glaring at the poor choice of spending they decided to partake in. 
Something as frivolous as buying a lottery ticket, honestly. They’re so naive. Rolling his eyes when they beamed, receiving the ticket, he eyed the number, 666, of course. 

He did not want to deal with consoling them afterwards when they lost. The ticket cost them 2,000 ryo as it is! They’ll come crying, asking for the money back or something, and Kakuzu will have to hear about it all day, that or them blaming him for jinxing them before the game started. 

“Now it’s time to roll the ball! Whoever’s number it lands on wins the prize! 1 million ryo~!” The announcer said with a friendly smile into the microphone, the crowd cheering as well as Kakuzu’s s/o, making him grimace. 

As the ball spun around and around the wheel, he eyed it, watching it stop. As it slowed, stopping between 665 and 666, he smirked, knowing he was right before it plopped into 666′s hole. 


Hearing his s/o scream, happy they won the prize, he stared dumbfound as they received the check and took a picture with the announcer and head of the lottery. As they bounced their way back over to him, he looked at the check, low and behold having the digits for 1 million ryo on it. 

“So, you were saying about it being a scam~?” They said, smirking wider and wider as Kakuzu stayed quiet. 

“….get ten more tickets. You’re splitting that by half because I deal with you on a constant basis. Repentance for when you’re annoying.” 

The Giveaway is officially over!

It’s midnight here! Thank you to everyone who participated 💖. I’ll need at least another 15 minutes to tally up the final entries, but from this point on any reblogs will not be counted. 

I’ll give updates as soon as I’ve done the draw, and when the winner responds. If the winner does not respond within 24 hrs, a new winner will be chosen.

I already have big plans for the next one, I might even hold a poll to decide what the main prize is so be on the look out in a few weeks time 😁

Okay, I’m going to add the last few reblogs to the spreadsheet and then head off to the random number generator. See you in a bit! 

Capricorn Decans

~ Capricorn Decan 1 (December 22nd - December 31st)

I am ruled by Saturn. My personality is characterised by patience, determination, and hard work. Capricorn’s are always working hard but this applies even more so to me. I also have the determination, strength and will to complete any worthwhile project. I have tremendous patience but this can tested by airy people who have their heads in the clouds and have fanciful ideas, this is because I cannot relate to them as I am well grounded with my feet firmly on the ground. I like to get the job done, rather than dreaming about it. I am extremely loyal and devoted to those I love and will strive to provide material wealth and security for them. Material wealth is important to me as it firstly shows others how successful I am and commands their respect. I value the respect from others, rather than their affection or love. Material wealth also allows me to spoil those that I hold dear. I have the potential to be in careers that allow me to be very successful and powerful. I can be very competitive in the workplace and with my dogged determination I will never lose sight of the prize. my main flaw is that I can be the victim of low moods, depression or mood swings.

~ Capricorn Decan 2 (January 1st - January 10th) 

I am ruled by the planet Venus. My personality is characterised by charm, creativity and adaptability. Of all the Capricorn decans I am by far the most charming and sociable. I collect a lot of good friends throughout my life, as they like my company. My creative skills are many and I can create great success for myself by using them wisely. My relentless ambition combined with my hard work will allow me to climb to the very top of any profession I choose - so long as it uses my creativity. I take the view that if a job is worth doing, its worth doing well. This applies not just to my career path also to my friendships and relationships. I cultivate and maintain my relationships with 100% loyalty, attention and affection. My main flaw is pessimism. My pessimistic steak can sometimes overtake me and can lead to low moods.

~ Capricorn Decan 3 (January 11th - January 19th)

I am ruled by the planet Mercury. My personality is characterised by intelligence, loyalty and discipline. I like my world to be ordered, structured and disciplined. I have little time for fanciful notions and abstract concepts. Although I do enjoy the finer things in life and admire beautiful things, I need them to have a practical and functional use as well. Of all the Capricorn decans I am the most intelligent and if I am able to override my innate shyness can become a gifted communicator. My intelligence coupled with my desire to accomplish makes me ideally suited to careers that demand shrewdness and attention to detail. The legal profession, law enforcement and teaching are all areas that I can excel in. I am tremendously loyal and faithful in all my relationships. Once I have placed my trust in someone and allowed them into my life I will fully commit to them. My main flaw is a tendency to dwell on the past and hold grudges.


Lucius: “Are you crazy?! I am not going to do that!”

Bridgette: “Oh yes, you are. Your old friends need some entertainment. If you don’t do it on your own, I’ll make you do it anyway, and you won’t even get the main prize. You seem to have forgotten who I am to you, what I’ve given to you and what power I have over you, Lucius.”


Billy Joel performs “Piano Man” with Kevin Spacey, Boyz II Men, Natalie Maines, Josh Groban, Gavin DeGraw, Tony Bennett, LeAnn Rimes and Michael Feinstein during the ceremony where he was honored with the Library of Congress Gershwin Prize for Popular Song on November 19, 2014 at DAR Constitution 

This is the full version. Tune in to your local PBS station tomorrow night (Jan 2nd) to watch the show. 

“Rifugi Auronzo - Italy“ 

Morozumi Osamu  両角修  (1948 - ).

Print artist. Morozumi was born in Nagano Prefecture and with Kawachi Seiko (q.v.) was the first of the generation born after the Pacific War to come to prominence in the woodblock medium. He originally studied sculpture at Tama Art University, but before graduating in 1972 he had won the newcomer’s prize at the Japanese Print Association and the main prize at the Nichido Print Grand Prix Exhibition (both 1972). He was guided by Fukita Fumiaki, Professor of Printmaking at Tama. He began to exhibit at foreign exhibitions in 1975. His work since the early 1970s has been restricted mainly to monochrome prints produced by his own unique technique of punching numerous indentations into the block with nails of various sizes. The light and shade effects thus achieved are perfectly suited to his forms, which are basically sculptural with a strong sense of mystery.

bourbon boy

Originally posted by chocolatechanu

◇ “When you wake up, I’ll be right here.”

◇ B.I x reader

◇ gang!au

◇ re-edited!! ♡ It’s a bit better now so I hope you can read this without cringing as much :’)


A glass full of deep, amber liquid is in his hand, like every night. The full bottle is always on the table in front of him, no matter where and when he was. See, everything and everyone had a place here - and yours?

Yours was the most valued place of all, in your eyes - perched on the side of the armchair he was seated in, one of his arms tightened around your hips to rest against your thigh.

He says the contact calms him down - his temper is no joke, after all, and with the business he deals with on a daily basis, it’s no secret that it was wearing thin with each idiot that tried to test him.

There was something about you - your attitude, your aura of secrecy - something about you made him insane, and he wanted to know more. It didn’t seem that you were about to reveal anything about yourself soon, though - but Hanbin could wait. The result would make it worthwhile.

“You know, kitten,” Hanbin drawls in amusement, and you feel his thumb brush over your thigh in a soothing rhythm as he continues, “You’re awfully secretive. It’s not healthy to keep so much to yourself…”

Yes, the result would make it worthwhile. He would finally know your name, for starters - while kitten was a preferred pet name, there was nothing more he wanted to be able to say your actual name, to let the syllables roll over his tongue.

For anyone else, having such a strong relationship with someone whose age was the only thing known to them would be weird. But it was natural to you two, and anyone could see it - the way you fit perfectly together, how his temper cooled instantly in your presence, how you cuddled into his side affectionately. It was truly a one in a million relationship.

“I’m perfectly fine, though, Hanbin?” Your comment sounds standoff-ish and cold, but Hanbin knows better. The corner of your mouth curls up just slightly, and your eyebrow cocks up challengingly.

“And you’re perfectly sure that you don’t want to tell me anything?” He teases, drawing closer to your face. Your noses are almost touching, and the situation would normally be too intimate for such a classy club as Hanbin’s favourite was - but everyone was used to this. This intimacy was a common occurence. “A name, maybe?”

You let out a drawn out hmm, but Hanbin’s not stupid enough to think that you’re about to answer him truthfully. And he’s right, of course - he is, more often than not: you giggle mischeviously, leaning closer to him, your lips just brushing over his: “Honestly? I prefer kitten a bit more.”


“Who is she?” Hanbin asks, staring at the picture on the screen. The man taps impatiently on the glass table he was sitting at, his jaw hard set and his eyes strangely… nostalgic. Jinhwan raises an eyebrow, though, and doesn’t question his leader, flicking through the files he had in his hands and opening one fully, before he slid it across the table swiftly.

“Uh, let’s see. _____ _____. Adopted sister of Kim Namjoon. Left for America 5 years ago for reasons unknown, recently returned to Korea - also for reasons unknown. Spotted with Namjoon last week outside of Russo’s-”

“I want her.” The blunt words had everyone in the room looking at their leader in confusion, but he’s only inspecting your file with interest. A hurt kind of amusement is welling up in his chest, and in the back of his mind, he wonders if you’d been working for Namjoon while you were together - if that was the only reason you stayed with him - but he quickly dispels the thought, letting out a laugh as he reads over your name. He’d tried to get your name for years - if only he knew if would come to him in the form of a file…

_____ _____. Left for America when she was 17 for reasons unknown, studied Psychology for 2 years… and very beautiful, just like before. How could she be related in any way to a backstabber like Kim Namjoon?

“Boss, I… I wouldn’t recommend messing with Namjoon’s sister,” Donghyuk stuttered slightly, taken aback by the statement - he frantically opens another file, this time bigger and more bulky, and his eyes find what he’s looking for easily. “He messed up a couple of orders, but that’s it. We’ll recover in less than a few weeks-”

“‘Messed up a couple of orders’,” Hanbin echoed, laughing humorlessly as he leaned back in his seat, throwing the folder down - your folder down. “You think he’s gonna stop at that? No, Donghyuk, Bangtan is in too much debt for them to stop at that. It’s better for us to start our plan for revenge sooner than later - and what better place to start than their leader’s beloved sister?”

He doesn’t try and tell anyone about what he already knew about you - or what he thought he knew about you. And he definitely didn’t tell anyone how he was going to win you back - for real, this time.


Russo’s was the place to be, according to Jimin. The fancy bar was a hotspot for gang members who were looking for deals, and that was precisely the reason Namjoon didn’t want you going.

He thought you couldn’t protect yourself, which was also probably the reason he had equipped you with a gun and was still watching you carefully from his booth in the corner. You vaguely ask yourself that if anything happened to you - would he be upset? Not Namjoon, but the man you left in New York years ago.

Yeah, right - he more than likely has a price on your head for what you did.

You would go sit with Namjoon, if he wasn’t surrounded by his whores and smoke and booze. His main members, his prized friends, were with him too, and although you had grown close to a few, you were still uncomfortable around the rowdy men. Which is why you were seated at the bar instead, in perfect sight of Namjoon, sipping at some scotch.

You really had nothing to do, and you couldn’t get home because Namjoon didn’t want you to take taxis (“-you never know who’s driving, ____-”), and you had arrived with him, which meant you wouldn’t be leaving until your brother was leaving, and who knew when that would be? Maybe you could slip away discretely - he wouldn’t even notice…

You see someone slip into a stool a few seats away from the corner of your eye, but don’t bother turning, continuing to text your friends back in America mindlessly. If you were lucky, he wouldn’t try to flirt with you like the last one did - “Bourbon, please.”

You barely register the deep voice but once you do, you stiffen. It’s impossible - it’s completely impossible, and panic is welling up in your chest despite the fact that previously, just seconds ago, you wanted to see him; but the fear of his anger towards you overrides your affection, and you gulp as you catch a tiny glimpse of his face. This is impossible, but yet, it was happening.

Furrowing your eyebrows, you turn your face away from where the man is sitting, inhaling deeply but softly. Sitting with Namjoon doesn’t seem so bad anymore, and you’re about to slip out of your seat-

“A long time, huh, kitten?” You screw your eyes shut, clenching your jaw. This can’t be happening, but obviously it was. You gather what little pride and dignity you had left and plaster the most believable smile on your face.

You turn, and with a painful pang to your chest, you realise that he hasn’t changed at all - the one thing that had changed, perhaps, was the way he looked at you; and even then, you realise with a nostalgic internal smile, that didn’t seem to change much either.

“Hanbin,” you greet stiffly, swirling the alcohol in your glass in an attempt to distract yourself. To hell with this, actually, you think, downing the whole glass and quickly ordering another one from the handsome bartender. “It has been a while.”

“Here, I go by B.I, kitten.” It’s pathetic how weak his voice makes you, and your fingers grip the glass in your hand just a bit tighter when he sends you a sly smirk - one that you had never been on the receiving end of.

“I haven’t seen you since you ran from that hotel room in New York. I see, like your name, you didn’t tell me a lot of things. I had no idea you could speak Korean,” he acts as if he’s making casual talk but the undertone of anger and hurt in his voice has you wincing. Although he covers it up well, you had known him well enough to know what he was thinking - you always did.

“I had no idea you were here,” you say softly, avoiding his eyes and gladly taking your second glass of alcohol from the bartender. He lets out a bitter chuckle, sipping leisurely at his own alcohol. Bourbon.

You remember how he used to drink a bottle, hand placed on your thigh while he talked with men equally as rich and dangerous as him. You remember how he would down a glass before he would make love to you. He was drinking a glass of bourbon when you heard him over the phone in a hotel room in New York, pristine white sheets surrounding you, and everything seemed perfect, before you heard him mention them.

Your parents - your adopted parents, who had died a few years earlier when you first moved to America. You had moved to America to be safe; or rather, you were forced to leave for America by your uncle, who had taken over Bangtan until Namjoon was old enough. And so, thinking that he’d catch on soon enough and realise who you were, you had run. You never thought you’d see him again - even though you hoped to, on many occasions.

“I believe an explanation is an order, _____,” he raises an eyebrow, eyes flickering to behind you before he was back to looking at you, as if he couldn’t be bothered with the person approaching from behind you. He leans a bit closer, though, and your breath is caught in your throat from the close proximity as he whispers, “If you want to explain to me, meet me tomorrow at Ezekiel - midday.”

Your eyes widen in what you think might be fear or confusion, registering his first words after you unconsciously agree to his second ones. “How did you know my name-?”

“Is there a problem here?” Namjoon’s voice helps the tightness in your chest ease up a bit, but you still can’t take your eyes off of the man in front of you, casually straightening up again and holding his glass up to plump lips, letting his eyes lazily roam over you and your brother.

“N-nothing,” you mutter quietly, glancing briefly at Hanbin as you clutch your glass tightly in your hand, feeling your hands shaking as you slip off of the stool and stride across the vast venue to where the rest of Bangtan sit, watching Hanbin and Namjoon’s interaction with interest. You know he’s watching you leave - the familiar burning of his gaze can’t been mistaken for someone else’s.

“I don’t know what you think you’re doing, B.I,” Namjoon growls quietly, making sure no people hear him, “But you better stay away from her, or else-”

“Or else what?” Hanbin muses, raising an eyebrow. “You don’t think I have my boys with me?”

At that moment, the bartender slides a glass across the smooth table to Namjoon with a wink, and he gets a glimpse of his face that makes Namjoon grit his teeth in annoyance. Bobby. Of course.

“Of course. You never go anywhere without your guard dogs, huh?“ Namjoon huffs humourlessly, before he shakes his head. He downs the glass that was given to him, just to spite Hanbin, and growls out a last warning before he turns on his heel and storms back to his table - "Just stay away from her.”

Namjoon returns with a storm cloud over his head, and his furious aura makes you uneasy as he drops back into his own seat, turning to you almost instantly with a clenched jaw. “What the fuck did he say to you?” At his demanding tone, you shrink into your seat. “Nothing!” You say defensively, folding your arms. You glare at Namjoon as he watches you carefully, willing yourself to calm down - but you don’t seem to be taking orders today, because you’re doing the exact opposite of calming down, especially when you can feel Hanbin’s eyes on you from across the room.

Your heart is pounding in what you tell yourself is confusion, but you know deep down why your palms are becoming sweaty and your face feels hot. This is the last thing you needed-

You still love him.


The next day, your mind is torn.

You wake up in Namjoon’s house, confused and even slightly excited about the events that had taken place the previous night - you came to a conclusion, one that took every inch of self control and honesty that you had in your body. You still loved Hanbin, and that was a problem.

For one, you can only guess that Hanbin knows exactly who you are. He knew your name, and if that wasn’t enough evidence, Namjoon getting angry about your conversation was.

Secondly, and this was a completely unrealistic idea, but Hanbin is dangerous. Years ago, the thought of Hanbin hurting you would make you laugh, but the fact that you broke Hanbin’s hard-earned trust made you shiver. ow exactly were you supposed to cross town to meet him in some place when you weren’t even sure he wanted you alive after the stunt you pulled? The thought makes you uncomfortable; it seems strange, and borderline stupid, but you trusted Hanbin with your life back then, and you still did.

So, after taking a few deep breaths and staring yourself down in the mirror, you manage to haul yourself from bed and into the shower. The hot water and steam provides you with some form of relaxation that you’re running low on, but soon you’re out again and getting dressed.

“Where are you going?” Namjoon questions curiously as he sees you enter the dining room, dressed in simple jeans and a blouse. You shrug carelessly, but really, you’re on the brink of shaking with nerves.

“Just around town,” you mumble, grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl on the table. “It’s nice out today.”

Namjoon hums to himself, and you know he’s mulling over the decision to let you go out by yourself. Thinking quickly, you take a bite of your apple, narrowing your eyes in thought. “Do they have a Victoria’s Secret here?”

Namjoon grimaces, and you victoriously take notice of how he goes back to looking over the newspaper. “How would I know?”


Ezekiel. It’s almost midday - 11:56, to be exact - and you’re standing outside of this bar, looking like an absolute fool. You can’t help it - it’s almost as if your legs refuse to move, and everytime you go to make a step your knees almost buckle beneath you. The over dramatic part of you is listing off the horrible scenarios that could happen, and you’re contemplating turning on your heel and walking back home.

But you take a deep breath, and muster up the strength inside you to think rationally. You wanted - needed - to talk to Hanbin, and you were pretty sure he wouldn’t risk starting an all out war with Namjoon. So, shouldering your bag and inhaling deeply, you push open the doors to the almost empty bar and enter.

Rock music plays from an old jukebox in the corner of the room, and the fact that the place is almost empty makes you just a bit more relaxed - but, oh no, that’s gone in seconds when you see him.

He’s sitting at the bar, a hand brushing through his hair and his head bowed, a glass of what you can only guess is bourbon in the other hand. He looks to be thinking deeply, and you have no doubt that you could sneak out undetected - but something tells you that there’s no backing out now, and begrudgingly you walk to where he’s seated.

“I’m not sure drinking so early is healthy,” you murmur, looking at him carefully. His head shoots up, and for a second he looks extremely confused. Then, almost unconsciously, he pulls out the chair beside him for you, and goes back to his drink.

“I didn’t think you would come,” Hanbin inhales deeply, lifting his glass to his lips, and you’re almost disappointed in the lack of faith he has in you - but you realise with a jolt that you brought this on yourself. You created this image for yourself. “Definitely didn’t think Namjoon would let you out of his sight after last night.”

“I managed to shake him off,” you mumble awkwardly as you slip into your seat, the closeness between you two making you oh-so aware of every little movement - and then the silence is back, and you’re starting to regret coming here-

“Well,” Hanbin sighs, pushing his drink away from him, his head turning to face you and his gaze making you fidgety, “I told you I’d give you a chance to explain.”

You bite your bottom lip nervously. What if he didn’t think your reason was good enough? Was your reason good enough? Maybe you got unnecessarily scared and you missed out on what would’ve been some of the best years of your life-

“Well? What are you waiting for?”

“That day,” you begin slowly, scoping his reaction as you start your explanation - his jaw clenches, and his gaze is fixated on the crystal glass centimetres away from his hands. You look down at the wooden table in front of you, drawing random patterns on it as you try to think how to explain this properly to him.

“Everything was perfect, wasn’t it?” You laugh bitterly, shaking your head, your stomach twisting as you recall how exactly everything played out, “After we spent the night together, I was in bed… You left to take an important call.”

You stop, running a shaky hand over your hair, before you realise how nervous you look and set it onto the table again, still trembling - Hanbin’s hand twitches, and it looks like he’s going to reach over to you and take your hand in his, but obviously it’s wishful thinking. His hand stays limp on his lap.

“I heard you,” you murmur, avoiding his eyes, “I heard you talking - and I shouldn’t have listened in, but I still did, and I - I heard you mention my parents-”

“Where exactly is this going?” Hanbin demands, turning to you. The frustration in his voice makes tears bite at your eyelids, but you gulp down the knot in your throat and face him fully, eyebrows furrowing with a strange mixture of irritation and sadness.

“What do you want, Hanbin?” You grit your teeth, feeling your breath become shorter in anger. “What is it that you want me to say? That I was unfaithful? That I was cunning and sly? Because I wasn’t - I was young, and scared!”

“Scared?” He echoes humorlessly, a short laugh escaping him. “How could you be scared of me?”

You stay silent, because you can feel the tears setting in, turning your head away from him as he begins to rant - you’ve seen this happen before, back when you were still together. When he was stressed, he kept everything in until he exploded and ranted for as long as he could.

“I love you, ____!” He exclaims furiously, and you screw your eyes shut, praying that the tears weren’t going to start falling - you don’t seem to notice how he uses the present tense of love. “I would’ve protected you with my life - and that was how you repayed me? By being scared of me and leaving me? How could you - hey, don’t cry-”

He breaks off completely as he spots you wiping frantically at the first of many tears that slips down your cheek - and his words just make the floodgates burst open and suddenly you’re struggling to stop your sobs from echoing throughout the empty bar.

If there was one thing Hanbin hated, it was seeing you cry - in a moment or two of weakness, he throws away every inch of self control he has, slipping one arm around your waist and the other under your legs to easily lift you onto his lap.

And that one, miniscule action makes love and affection bubble up in your stomach. Instinctively, as if nothing has changed, you wind your arms around his neck, nuzzling into his shoulder as your tears gradually dry up and you’re left sniffling.

“I’m sorry for leaving you,” you mumble pitifully, rubbing at your eyes. “But you don’t understand - I wasn’t scared of you… I mean, it’s hard to explain, but-”

“It’s okay, kitten,” he whispers softly to you. At the sound of your old nickname, you grow flustered, burying your face into the crook of his neck, his chuckle reverberating through his chest. “I understand, I understand.”


Your body is still damp from the shower you had just taken, your muscles still sore from your previous night. You sit at your vanity, inspecting the dark marks imprinted into your skin. You sigh, though you’re smiling - he’s still so possessive.

It’s been months since you and Hanbin had rekindled your spark, and needless to say, you were happier than ever. After explaining what had happened to Hanbin, he took you around the city to his favourite places, filling you in on everything that had happened since you had left. He took you to dinner, he showed you his house - penthouse, actually - and you were unbelievably satisfied with your life at that moment.

You couldn’t say that it was as if nothing had changed, because that was a lie - you were more mature now, more responsible, and that factor seemed to fuel a more passionate love. You could see that Hanbin was still wary of you leaving, but everytime a speckle of doubt appeared, you would kiss it away.

The night had ended in passionate love-making, muttered promises and claims of ‘mine’ planted on your skin with every kiss, purple and blue galaxies painted onto your skin with his plump lips that you almost had trouble covering. And since then, you had been with Hanbin secretly.

It wasn’t easy. Namjoon would interrogate you incessantly about where you were on the nights that you would sneak off to Hanbin’s apartment - he suspected that you were sneaking out with someone. On the rare occasion that you and Namjoon would clash with Hanbin, you couldn’t react to the small smiles he would send you when no-one was looking, and you certainly couldn’t react when a gun was pulled on him.

Your love wasn’t easy, but it was well worth it.

“What are you thinking about?” He mutters into your neck, placing kisses over the sensitive skin. His hair is damp, too, and he’s freshly dressed in the spare clothes you kept in the very, very back of your closet. You giggle, pushing his head away.

“How hard it’s going to be cover these marks,” you tease, reaching for your foundation. “I don’t remember you leaving so many.”

“I don’t remember having to hide our relationship from anyone,” he murmurs, meeting eyes with you through the mirror - and as if a switch has been flicked, the mood changes from loving and teasing to sombre. You’re silent.

You’ve spoken about this before, and it almost always ended with Hanbin storming out, only to return to you when day had turned to night to apologise. You didn’t agree with telling Namjoon about your relationship - it wouldn’t be safe for Hanbin, and Namjoon had such a temper that you had no idea if he’d spare you.

You look down at the foundation in your hand, acting like you were searching for a brush to apply with. You could feel him follow your nervous movements with sharp eyes.

“Hanbin,” you sigh, setting the bottle on the table, meeting his eyes through the mirror, eyebrows furrowing in worry. “Namjoon… Namjoon would hurt you…”

“You act as if that hasn’t happened before,” he scoffs, and you know he’s growing angrier with every second that passes. Shaking your head, you turn in your seat, pulling the towel around you tighter.

“Please, Hanbin, not now-” He interrupts you before you can continue on with your sentence, pulling on his shoes easily.

“Yeah, yeah,” he grunts, jaw clenching as he pulls on his leather jacket. You know he won’t give you his usual departing kiss, especially as he goes to open your window.

“Hanbin, please - you know what I mean, I just don’t want you to get hurt-” You try to explain, but he ignores you, rolling his eyes.

“Seems like we’ll never work then, huh?“ He asks humorlessly, and then he’s gone, expertly climbing down the tree and striding off in the direction of the city, the grey and stormy sky matching your mood perfectly.

His comment makes your bottom lip tremble, and for a second you can’t believe that he would use one of your insecurities against you - but Hanbin tended to let his temper out through cold words.

Tears prick at your eyes and you sniffle, bowing your head to the table and hoping that a minute of silence will help clear your mind.


“A - a traitor?” You echo weakly, hunger instantly disappearing as a stone of fear lands in the pit of your stomach. Namjoon laughs from his place across from you, scoffing as he places another piece of carefully cut medium-rare steak in his mouth. It’s a few hours after your earlier events with Hanbin, and you and Namjoon had decided to eat lunch together because Namjoon had been so busy lately.

“Yeah,” he laughs humorlessly, dimples carving into the skin of his cheeks, an amused smile painting over his handsome face, “A traitor. Said it was someone I’d never expect. Who does that punk think he is?” It’s silent for a moment except the scraping of his knife of the fine china.

You find yourself wanting to flee the dinner table, feeling your breath become laboured and you clench your fingers underneath the table. He didn't… Oh yes, he did. He was so petty that he decided to tell your brother about a traitor in his gang despite the fact that you had told him that Namjoon suspected you of sneaking off with someone.

“I know Bangtan would die for me,” Namjoon continues confidently, sipping at the red wine placed next to him, “And I would die for them. Besides, it’s not like anyone has had time to go to him…” He trails off uncertainly and you freeze as you feel his eyes on your form, your head bowed and you feel tears sting at your eyes.

“_____,” he whispers in disbelief as he spots your hands fumbling nervously, “You… you didn’t…”

You lift your head at his words, knowing that the tears creating silvery paths on your face are proof of your guilt. “I - I’m sorry,” you whisper with a sob, feeling your face contort in sadness and guilt, especially as you see your brother’s eyes harden, hurt and betrayal under layers of distrust and learning to mask his emotions.

“Get out,” he murmurs, grasp on his glass tightening dangerously. You gape at him - the weather outside was horrible and you doubt he’d give you time to go fetch a coat to cover your comfortably clad self. He grits his teeth, reeling his hand back before he’s flinging his wine glass at the wall behind you. “Get out!

You flinch strongly as you scramble from your seat, avoiding the broken glass and spilled wine on the pristine white floors. You’re sobbing freely now, eyes blurred with salty tears that spill from your eyes seconds later.

You deserve this, you think as you burst past the heavy front door and into the icy rain. The cold hits you like a truck, and it feels as if it’s burning your skin with every raindrop. The sweatpants you have on grow heavy as you run through the rain to the nearest bus stop, lucky to have found enough money for bus fare in the pocket of them. There’s only one place you can go.

You’re grateful for two things, you decide as you step onto the bus, completely drenched. The bus driver stares at you with raised eyebrows but accepts your money nonetheless, probably confused as to why you were travelling from the suburbs to a rich part of the inner city.

You’re glad that nobody’s on the bus because of the horrible weather, probably cosily cuddled in their homes with their perfectly normal families. You’re glad that the rain has melted into the tears that were most definitely still trailing down your face. A headache is blooming above your left eyebrow, and you groan, feeling the uncomfortable fabric of your clothes stick to your skin.

You’re surroundings blend together; from family homes and small shops to malls and crowded streets, despite the horrible weather. The bus stops a few blocks away from Hanbin’s apartment, and you’re quick to scurry through the throngs of people with your head bowed, hoping you’re not drawing attention to yourself - but you obviously are when you step into the fancy apartment block he lives in, passing a woman who looks at you in disdain before she walks out of the building and slips into her expensive car.

“Could I access the penthouse, please?” You ask the receptionist, voice small and gathering your drenched long sleeve shirt in your hands. The man looks at you with raised eyebrows, taking in the image of you, dripping water onto their marble floors.

“Sorry, miss,” he sniffs primly, “We don’t allow strangers to access the elevator-”

You want to sigh in annoyance, but you know it won’t do you any good. Screwing your eyes shut for a second, you inhale deeply, placing a small smile on your face. “Could you please just call the owner? He knows who I am.”

He wants to fight back, of course, but there must be something in your eyes that makes him pick up the phone, dialing Hanbin’s room number, all the while eyeing you in slight disgust and amusement. He doesn’t think you’ll get in.

“Sorry to disturb you, sir,” he begins, looking at you in annoyance, as though Hanbin would see the cause of his disturbance through his eyes. “There’s a women here asking to access your penthouse. She seems distressed, but she says you know her.” It’s silent for a second as Hanbin answers with something, and you know what it must be by the way the receptionist’s eyes widen in disbelief. “Yes… yes, sir.”

He sets down the phone with a deep sigh, reaching behind him to take a little gold key off of the shelf of keys behind him. “Here. Insert it into the slot next to the highest number and go straight up.” You nod, entering the elevator alone.

After inserting the key as you were told, you catch sight of yourself in the gold, shiny walls of the elevator as you lean against the wall opposite the doors. Your hair is dripping water onto your shoulders, your clothes shades darker than they should be due to the heavy rain. Your expression is dull and your eyes are wide.

After waiting for the elevator to get through numerous floors, you’re alerted by a robotic voice that you’ve reached the penthouse. Sighing, you prepare yourself.

The elevator opens into Hanbin’s living room, all modern furniture and colour schemes, a few couches smack dab in the middle of the room - you gulp as you realize that there are more than one pair of eyes staring at you in disbelief.

You step out gingerly from the elevator, fumbling with the key in your hand nervously as Hanbin stands from his place beside 2 other men, abandoning the table full of blueprints and half full crystal glasses.

“You’re soaked, sweetheart,” Hanbin murmurs, approaching you quickly. You can feel the eyes of the six other men watching you two closely, and you recognise one as the bartender at Russo’s. You nod in shame, suddenly feeling self conscious - you interrupted him from what seemed like important business, showing up drenched and causing a disturbance - but the other half of you knows full well that that is his fault.

He cocks his head to the side, letting his thumb brush against your bottom lip gently. “Let’s get you cleaned up, okay?”

You ignore the feeling of the rest of the men following you with their eyes curiously, only focusing on the feeling of Hanbin’s arm around your shoulders as he leads you to his bedroom. He sets you down on his bed while he fetches fresh towels and clothes, and when he does, he kneels in front of you, helping you peel the garments off. It seems as if he’s forgotten about what had happened this morning in your frazzled state.

“What happened, princess?” He asks quietly, wrapping a large towel around your shivering form. You stiffen as you remember exactly what had caused this, what Namjoon has done, what he had done.

“He threw me out,” you say with a deep sigh, bowing your head shamefully. You feel anger welling up in your chest, but you push it down as soon as you can. Getting angry wouldn’t benefit either of you.

“He… he found out about us, after you told him he had a traitor in his midst.” Hanbin freezes at your words, before continuing to dry off the delicate skin of your shoulder.

“Why… why would you tell him that?” You asked in a heartbroken voice, feeling tears burn at your eyes, “He - he’ll never trust me again…”

“Oh, princess,” Hanbin coos as he sees a tear trail down your cheek, wiping it away with the rough pad of his thumb, “Come on, don’t cry…”

After your tears have been stopped and you’re completely dey and freshly dressed, tucked into the dark blue duvet of his bed, your eyes drooping slightly, he speaks.

"I’m so sorry, baby,” he murmurs, his jaw clenching. Suddenly, he grimaces, resting his head in his hands. “Fuck, I need to work on my temper… After I stormed out, I saw Namjoon at Ezekiel.”

He sighs, sitting on the bed next to you. He needs to get back to work, you think, but I’d prefer an apology instead.

“I didn’t want to hide us,” he reveals, running a hand through his hair stressfully, “and I know you were worried he’d hurt me, but I’ve never had good judgement. So I let it slip ‘accidentally’. I had no idea that he’d throw you out, kitten, but I shouldn’t have been so stupid anyway…”

You know he was only trying to get the best for your relationship, for you, and so you sigh, letting your eyes flutter shut for a second before you look him in the eyes again. You wouldn’t let this go, but you had to work passed it.

“I - I want us to work this out,” you let slip passed your lips, almost smiling as his eyes light up. “The anger, the secrets, the lies… I don’t want to hide anymore. It’s tiring, and destructive, and I know your relationship with Namjoon is much more complex than I know but - I want to try.”

“And we will,” he promises, “I’ll try, for you. I always will.”

Seeing your eyes close slowly again, he smiles gently. You were trying hard to not fall asleep, and it wasn’t working. Placing a lingering kiss on your forehead, he murmurs, “I love you, sweetheart. When you wake up, I’ll be right here. You don’t need to worry about Namjoon. We’ll sort this out.”

And, not so strangely enough, you believe him.

Do u think Keith and Lance would stay highly competitive in their relationship like they would go to a cinema and be like “I’m paying” “no, I AM” “I SAID IT FIRST” “I SAID IT SECOND” or they would go to amusement park together and one would want to participate in those games with prize like “I’ll win this teddy bear for you” “oh yeah?? Well I’ll win the main prize for you” “AS IF” “BRING IT ON” and they would go home with two human sized teddy bears

One of a few squads that frequent the arena, occasionally facing off against the Juggernauts themselves for a shot at the prize.

The main ‘gimmick’ of the squad is tied to the interesting portable respawn packs they carry around during a match. Each member carries a string of foreign ink filled burst bombs, and show no fear by chomping down on them, triggering an instantaneous splat. 
From this point, they can respawn onto one of their surviving members, at the cost of a portion of their ink. Since the splat is instantaneous, and the respawn is fairly quick, its a speedier alternative to super jumping with the added benefit of completely refilling the squids ink and refreshing their ‘health’ state.

Their tactics can vary wildly, since at any moment they can have a team mate covering their back with little to no warning for the enemy. Re-positioning the squad is swift and allows for impressive area control. Keeping the foe on their toes as to where any of them could pop up!
More detail will be gone into with each of them as individuals in future posts, but here’s a brief overview of what they’re about as a group ^^

The team, and squids that form it, are currently unnamed! I’d be welcome for people to suggest names! (With the exception of the lady sitting down on the right, she’s called Alice.)